Belinda Subraman lives in Ruidoso, New Mexico. Her poetry has appeared in  Puerto del Sol, Main Street Rag, Big Bridge, mgversion2, Electica  and Unlikely Stories among others. Since 2005 she has been interviewing poets, artists and musicians on her weekly radio show and podcast called Belinda Subraman Presents / The Gypsy Art Show .  For ten years she was editor and publisher of Gypsy Literary Magazine and Vergin' Press.

 

Thanksgiving

 

I'm thankful for

this brown carpet

with human fuzz

the sound of feet above me

 

the winds howling outside

me warm inside

alone but sheltered

 

the womb warmth

of my own soul energy

and of those I've gladly known

our cascading colors of light

happily perplexing

in this fluctuating perpetuation

of life

 

2.

 

the intensity of youth

the sharp, edgy freedom

spending time

 

coins with their edges rubbed off

that's what it's like

to be older

 

3.

 

I was three quarters

and felt everything

more than it should be

my hands colder than snow

the wind the howl of the artic

I shivered with Christmas hymns

all the way back to Santa

in the magical frightening world of child

I tingled with glad, knowing numbness

then I was transported

            connected to every atom in the cosmos

I was cold and warm

I was there and I wasn't

I knew and I was innocent

I loved and I was vacant

I was human, vegetation

and the swirling forces

blackness and pure light

then I realized

everything is infused with soul

I am a seed and I have grown

I am a part

I am whole